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    Between bites of food, Giselle nced at Brenna and asked, “What’s your impression of the grad students at Shirie University?”


    Brenna set her fork down gently and leaned forward, her tone thoughtful. “They’re better than I expected. I worried the material might be tooplex for them, but they werepletely engaged. Even after ss, they’ve been flooding the group chat with questions.” She smiled slightly. “There are a few standouts. I’m considering inviting them to intern at my studio, maybe even grooming one or two for long-term roles.”


    Shepard gave a nod of approval, setting his wine ss down with a soft clink. “Your team is solid. I’ve met Tommy and Joe. With their skillsets, they’d easily qualify as department heads at the Harper Group.”


    Then, with a contemtive nce toward Brenna, he added, “Honestly, I’m thinking of having your brother delegate some of our core R&D projects to your studio.”


    Brenna seemed to be in a good mood, her smile not wavering. “It’ll have to wait. I’ve got a project with the military on my te right now. Once that’s out of the way, we’ll talk.”


    Shepard acknowledged her point with a knowing nod. Aware that matters involving the military were often confidential, he didn’t ask further about the matter.


    However, Rosie saw things through a different lens. While she couldn’t deny Brenna’s talent, she still found it hard to believe that Brenna had made waves big enough to attract the military’s attention. In her mind, military partnerships weren’t handed out lightly; they worked with geniuses, people who were constantly pushing the boundaries of science and technology. And Brenna? What could she possibly contribute to the military?


    With a raised eyebrow and a curious tilt of her head, she said, “So, Brenna… What kind of project are you doing for the military?”


    Before Brenna could respond, Dalton interjected with a scornful chuckle, his gaze dripping with sarcasm as he looked at Rosie.


    “Do you really believe you, a mere civilian, can get information about a military project?”


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    Rosie shifted ufortably in her seat. She stole a furtive nce at the rest of the Harper family. Shepard, ever the stoic, kept his expression unreadable, though she suspected he silently agreed with Dalton. He probably thought she was out of her league discussing Brenna’s endeavors. She was certain he was privy to whatever covert operations Brenna was involved in.


    The notion that her entire family was in on Brenna’s secretive military project yet chose to keep her in the dark gnawed at her.


    She also noticed Giselle shing a faint smile that seemed to ridicule her curiosity.


    Just then, Ernst said, “Don’t pry. If we were meant to know, Brenna would have told us a long time ago.”


    Having been marginalized before, Rosie had learned to conform to the Harper family’s dynamics, seldom challenging them. Masking her disappointment with a strained smile, she murmured, “Right, I shouldn’t have asked.”


    Nheless, she couldn’t help but sneak peeks at Brenna, hoping against hope that she might share details of her current project. Minutes dragged by, and Brenna continued to dine with her usualposed and elegant demeanor, not saying a word.


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